everything you ever told me could have been a lie we may never have been in love stuck on thinking that there is always something to lose or a hit from above, a hit from above i don’t need what i’m holding on to, i wish i knew but meanwhile

fluctuations are aching my soul expectation is taking it’s toll fluctuations are aching my soul ’cause everything you ever told me could have been a lie we may never have been in love

and then i will escape, i’ll never ever have to see another disappointed face, no one to please every now and then, it feels like, in all of the universe there is n-body for me i told myself i wouldn’t care, no i wouldn’t care but when she said she’d come ’round i combed my hair, yes i checked my hair oh, meanwhile, meanwhile, meanwhile